ログインEliana
"Since you have SO much free time to cozy up to management, here are your new responsibilities. Due Friday. ALL of them."
There were ten attachments for ten separate projects. Each one was easily a week's worth of work. Serena really was trying to get me fired.
My chest tightened. My forehead dropped to the top of my laptop screen, the corner of my eyes burning from staring at the screen too much. Friday w
TheodoreShe had her back to the door when I came in.The evening light cut sideways across the room, hitting the lilies on every surface. The smell of them reached me before I was fully through the door. It had been a week of having them sent every morning.Eliana was looking at her phone, legs crossed on the bed, hair loose. She heard me and the amused expression on her face turned into a blank slate.How much longer would we have to do this?"Stop sending more flowers. The ward is huge but the flowers everywhere are making it look too small." She nodded at the lilies surrounding the room.I set the food I had brought on the bedside table and pulled the chair close. "Eat.""You say that every time.""Every time because you haven't eaten yet."Her mouth pressed together bu
Third POVTheodore himself, still in his suit jacket from the meeting they had pulled him out of walked in to take in the scene. His eyes swept the room once and found Eliana on the bed, his daughter on the floor. He moved to Eliana without looking at anything else, his hands going to her face, her wrist, the torn IV line hanging loose and bloody from her arm.Maxwell was already on the floor with two men on top of him, face down, his cheek against the hospital tile, arms wrenched behind his back. He strained against the hold until the third man put a knee in his back and he went flat on the ground.Theodore sat on the edge of Eliana's bed and put both arms around her, tugging her into his chest. She dropped her forehead against his chest and closed her eyes.In the corner Serena sat on the floor with her back against the wall, both hands at her throat, her phone in her lap still recordin
Third POVMaxwell had to give it to them.Blackwell's PR team was good. Really good. He had watched them work over the past months and he had to admit, the way they pivoted the narrative, slowly and then all at once, pulling focus from the scandal and redirecting it toward some global launch was a smart move. The board had gone quiet. The investors had retreated, satisfied that they would be making money and all his schemes to take down Blackwell had ended flatly.He sat in his study with the lights off and his drink untouched, admitting to no one but himself and only because there was no one else in the room that he was losing.Everything he had built toward was falling apart. Leslie was in prison, The mole operation was gone. The legal fees he had paid for Leslie's case and the public humiliation of watching his daughter get dragged out of Serena Blackwell's house in handcuffs while half the
ElianaThe hospital ceiling was the same one as last time.I knew it before I fully came back to myself, that particular pattern of tiles and fluorescent light. Damn, I was becoming a regular at the hospital, wasn't I? First the fire incident, now getting my shit rocked in the alleyway by Damon.Everything hurts. If I hurt in one place, that would have been manageable. But everywhere hurts, my ribs when I breathe, my cheekbones when I move my face, my hands when I try to close them and my legs.I lay very still on the bed, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling. When would the painkillers kick in again?Theo had brought me in. I remembered that much. The car, his arm around me, his voice talking to someone, then the lights of the emergency entrance, a wheelchair and hands that weren't his taking me away. I remembered him standing at the edge of whatever they were doing to me wa
TheodoreHer door was wide open.I pushed through and stopped. A box was overturned near the kitchen counter, books scattered across the floor, her phone against the floor with the screen shattered and a chair knocked on its side. I was back on the street before I could think, glancing for any other sign of struggle.Someone had attacked her."Help! Somebody help me!"Fuck, was that coming from the alleyway down the street? I raced down without thinking twice with Steve getting out of the car and following behind me."Eliana?!"I came around the corner and everything in me went cold and still. Damon had a metal pipe raised above his head, both hands wrapped around it. Eliana had her back flat against the wall with nowhere left to go, both arms up in front of her face."HELP-" 
Third POVVivienne's number went straight to voicemail.Damon stared at his phone screen in the fluorescent light of the motel room he had been hiding in for four days. He called again- Voicemail- and threw the phone onto the bed.He stalked to the window with his hands on the back of his neck and looked out at the parking lot. He had no money, no plan, and a woman who had just used him and discarded him as if she were throwing a receipt away.Those two bitches had betrayed him. He should have known better than to trust them when they approached him in Atlanta. Not like he was living a decent life back in Atlanta anyway. He was on the run from loan sharks dammit and when Vivienne had approached promising him a load of money and one last dig at his soft dumbass ex girlfriend, he hopped on that ride faster than anyone could blink.And he had done his part. He threat
TheodoreThe Honey Project didn't exist.Not really.Oh, the files were real enough, there were hundreds of pages of research, projections, market analysis, Mathew and I had spent weeks crafting them, making them look le
ElianaMy head throbbed, each pulse sent pain radiating from where Jake had slammed me against the wall. Blood had dried on my temple and crusted in my hair. My vision swam when I tried to focus. The jack ass had dropped me in the corner and I could barely move my limbs. I na
Eliana"Ugh," I groaned, feeling something hard under me. There was a loud constant pounding in my head, over and over like some terrible metal song.It took a few seconds to realize it was the cold floor I laid on that was pressed again
ElianaThe email came some minutes before twelve that morning.To All Staff: Julian Davidson was involved in an incident at his home last night. He is currently hospitalized. We will provide updates as we receive them. Please keep him in







